Whack-a-mole?

So last Friday, an academic likened my job to herding cats. Today, another academic said this to me:

"With the advent of this news, your job must feel strikingly similar to whack-a-mole."

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WHERE DO THEY GET THESE ANALOGIES?!

ETA: Go here to whack-a-mole.

**Horn Fanfare**

Can we talk about how pretty this place is??

Seriously. It's just too much.

Blog Design by: Jessica at Cuppycake Designs

Thank you, Jessica. It's better than I could have anticipated.

Ostrich Plume Scarf

Ostrich Plume scarf from knitspot.com
Big shout out to my girl Beth on this one. I told her what I wanted and she sent me to the right place. It's not blocked and I keep forgetting to order a set of blocking wires. I may just wash and gently block as best I can. I like it sproingy.

What the fork?!

It may not be obvious in the pic above, but Hubby and I have an issue. Dinner forks. Where the fork do they go? We've got more than enough knives, spoons and salad forks. On Sunday I stood in the kitchen completely stupefied. Empty dishwasher. Not a dirty dish in the house. All silverware where it should be and yet, only 5 dinner forks. 5!

Where are our forks!?!?!?!

Probably with all the tape measures.

Full life.

I've come to the realization that I am too busy. I always knew I was busy, but I always operated under the guise of "Sure. I can find time for that." You can always make time for something you want, right?

But...

I wake at 6am, leave the house by 7:20, come home at 6pm. I require at least 8-9 hours of sleep per night. That leaves me roughly 3 hours each night of "free" time, in which I want to workout, eat, do laundry, do dishes, pack my lunch, pick out clothes for next day and when that's done: not use my brain.

Twice already this week I had this singular thought:

"How could I possibly fit that into my life?"

A friend on the train said, "Did you ever try a class at the new yoga studio?" My reply, "No." See above.

It was magic hour on my train ride home yesterday and I started thinking about photography and how I really should take a class. See above.

So I ask the question to the void:

How does one live a full life when you can't do it all?

Don't answer that. I'll just hate on you if you've got it figured out.